While the Advocate has His holy outpouring
Spiritu Mundi itself had its own inception
In trance, possessed modern man perchance progressing
Boasting, lusting, seducing; in deep deception
He hooks modern man in the alchemy of drugs
And preys on him through cosmetology, changing
The face of crime, sanitizing the mummy rugs
Introducing fallen stars, for worshipping,
Body is bound and soul is made captive, and so
His dream-like trance’s in multiverse rising,
With the tips of his fingers, like God, he would know
Everything and woe, he will join the uprising
Entranced he’ll dream a life but – forever?
Virtual reality bites, the fire dousing never.
– Daniel Santos